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The Hunted Child Lyrics

Artist: Ice-T
Album: The Iceberg

Verse 1

(Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound tothe head. Street violence is at an all time high)

No jokin' I'm sleepin' with my eyes openWanted for a homicide ride the gun's still smokin'Didn't know what I was doin' but did it anywayNow the posse's on my trail they say I'm gonna pay (Run!)I had a gun it's mine and I packed itOut with my crew the boys caught some staticMe and this sucker punk went at itBang! Nine automatic

Hunted ChildI'm the Hunted Child

Verse 2

(Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South-CentralLos Angeles)

Now I'm on a hideout tip cos they're after meLAPD says they're gonna capture meWas I crazy? I guess I had to beCos once you kill it's instant catastropheYour whole life is over (Through!)Forget about your girl your (Crew!)Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?Be glad it's me, homeboy, and not you

The Hunted ChildI'm the Hunted ChildHunted ChildI'm the Hunted Child

Verse 3

I'm only 17, I didn't mean to kill, manBut I was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, manWhen they said (Kill!) I felt chill, manBut once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, manMy homeboys dipped out the back fastLeft me alone in the echo of the gun blastEverybody saw my face, I didn't wear a maskYou wanna know my name? Just ask

The Hunted ChildI'm the Hunted ChildHunted ChildI'm the Hunted Child

(The science of Capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streetstoday with the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin')

Verse 4

I'm sweatin' heavy cos my face is on TVEverybody in this whole world's after meSince I was young I never had a damned thingAt Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ringCos in the ghetto Santa ain't got a dimeYour mother's standin' in the welfare lineThe way the youth survive is crimeMy life is over so I might as well speak my mindI killed a brother cos this system had me geared to killCos what I call home you call hellMy ghetto quarters ain't no better than a jail cellBut there's a message in this story that I'm tryna tellWe're just brothers on the streets killin' brothersThis system has us geared to kill one anotherSellin' dope to poison each otherThe plan of The Man, word to the motherBut I'm a sucker cos I fell into their plan187, I killed a brother manMy life on Earth was hell, you understand?But when I die I'm goin' to hell again